C963 Lossy stroke

Bai Shui Ruo met his gaze, allowing him to see the firmness in her eyes.

Even after being insulted by his mother, she still did not want to back down.

Once again, she lowered her eyes. Zhao Wan Ting slowly lowered his hand, covering the back of her hand with his palm.

Bai Shui Ruo could feel the heat in his palm, she was filled with joy. He thought that he would be moved by her